Thanks@cutiepiebean for requesting this! I hope you have a happy birthday/new years
Pairing: Crowley x reader
Pronouns: None
Summary: Crowley has been missing lately, and today being your birthday and New Years, you’re rightfully upset. Turn out he’s just been planning a celebration for you.
Warnings: Angst and anxiety in the beginning, mostly fluff, mentions of food
The house felt empty. It was too quiet. Crowley hadn’t been home very much in the past week or so. He’s a busy demon, frequently out and about making deals and running the underworld, but I had barely seen him at all lately. I had begun to wonder if he had lost interest in me. Maybe he had found another person that he liked more. Maybe that’s not true at all. Either way he had given no explanation of why he hadn’t been there. Especially today.
Today is New Years, which should be of less interest to Crowley because on top of that, today is my birthday. I had been waiting for him to walk through the door all morning. I had waited, mostly impatiently, for him to walk through that door, gifts in had and an apology at the ready. But it was already afternoon, and he had yet to appear. I hated this feeling. I attempted to lounge around and relax, but all I could feel was jealousy, and bitterness, and spite.
He let me dwell in those feeling before finally appearing in front of me a little before ten o'clock that night. His usually charming smirk made my skin itch, the emotions rising to the surface. He opened his mouth, likely in an attempt to slyly and sweetly greet me. I beat him to it.
“You’ve been gone all week. You gave me no information, no heads up, no nothing as to why you weren’t here.” My breathing was purposefully slow, voice carefully articulated. “My birthday is today. New Years is today. Yet you’ve been missing anyway. I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but you better be sorry.”
Crowley’s eyes widened quickly before he tilted his head downward. He kneeled on the ground in front of my chair, hand coming to softly grasp my chin.
“I know. I haven’t been particularly good about keeping you updated on where I’ve been, but I didn’t know what I could tell you. I am so sorry, truly,” Crowley smiled gently, eyes full of tender love. “I’ve been planning something for your birthday, for New Years. I didn’t intend to leave you by yourself so much, but this took a lot of planning. I love you, darling. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I love him too, but I was still emotional and upset at him. My face was blank, if not mildly unamused. At least I had an explanation now. His gentle smile turned into a gentle frown before lighting up again. He had an idea, apparently. His hands moved from my face down to my sides. He smirked before he began to rapidly move them, tickling me.
“Come on love, give me a smile, won’t you?” He laughed at my poor attempt to sit still.
“Ok! Ok! Stop!”
His hands ceased.
“I love you, but you also hurt me. A simple apology isn’t going to make everything better.”
“Of course not. I want to show you what I’ve been working on.” He stood and extended his hand towards me, an invitation for me to grab hold. “I spruced up that extra apartment I own, just for you.”
The demon took me to his apartment, and when he had said “spruced up,” he should have said “completely decked out.” There were string lights lining the ceilings, food covering the kitchen counters, soft pillows and blankets covering the bed, and several gifts set out on the table. Any resentment still left in me settled and melted away. Crowley wasn’t known to be the sentimental, caring type. He was typically cruel and sharp to most people. Yet for me, he would do anything. He tried his best to treat me well, and even though it didn’t always work, I love him for trying.
“Happy birthday, darling.” He gripped my hands in his. “I’m sorry I screw up so much.”
“Thank you. I know you try.” My smile shifted to a smirk. “I’m just glad you weren’t cheating on me.”
“I’d be dead if I did. Besides, I would never.” He stepped further into the room. “Where should we start?”
We spent the night celebrating, eating and drinking as we bantered. Midnight neared faster than it should have.
Crowley didn’t know why they were lying there, legs entangled and breathing steady. Neither of them needed to sleep, afterall.
But Jackie, or maybe that one was Jacey, had long since passed out, spread across them both. If he turned to face Dean, he’d get a mouth full of bottled strawberry blonde hair. Which was why Crowley didn’t make eye contact, or so he told himself.
The last month had been a whirlwind, the activities of which Crowley hadn’t allowed himself to partake in in decades. He wasn’t a young demon, but he wasn’t elderly by any stretch of the imagination. But Dean— Dean was a fledgling with an enthusiasm that was intoxicating.
It was also dangerous.
Which only made Crowley crave the former hunter’s company more.
Crowley didn’t flinch when the knuckles brushed against his jaw, petting the stubble in a soothing, though mindless rhythm. Nor did he protest as the other calloused hand slipped over his hip and began teasing his heavy cock. The movement was fumbling, encumbered by the weight of the sleeping girl, and yet right and rough in all the ways that mattered.
Then Dean sank lower and cupped his balls, holding his entire package tight. He tugged until the woman above them groaned, flipping her hair onto Dean’s face.
Crowley exhaled and then Dean’s hand was gone, leaving him both hot and bothered. Crowley turned to nuzzle the hand that had been caressing his face moments before, slowly beginning to tongue the fat pad of Dean’s thumb. Until Dean made him nearly swallow it.
Two can play at that game, Crowley thought, as he caught Dean’s darkening glare through the woman’s tresses. Crowley tugged Dean’s thigh up, balancing his nearest leg over Crowley’s own, angling him just so.
Thumb still firmly in his mouth, Crowley inched his hand around the back of Dean’s leg, tickling the curve between ass and thigh. All the while nudging the girl’s leg this way and that with the motion of his elbow. Good thing they had already worn her out.
Dean gasped when the cold lube was magicked against his tight hole. Crowley smirked around his thumb and began to spread him open. As Crowley made Dean squirm, Dean’s grip on Crowley’s face shifted from an anchored caress to a deathgrip hold on his jaw. Dean dragged his spit covered thumb from Crowley’s smart mouth.
“Do it,” Dean hissed, challenging Crowley to take him. And just as the King of Hell’s third finger entered Dean’s tight heat, Josey turned her head and puked on the far edge of Crowley’s pillow and down the side of the bed.
There was nothing left to do but groan and they all did it for entirely different reasons.
Crowley righted things quickly, but the moment had passed, both he and Dean knew it. Dean avoided meeting his knowing glare and Crowley hid his uncertainty behind his arrogance as always.
Darkness surrounded you. Panic overcame you. It was always in the back of your mind, but the pain stung worse than you could have ever imagined. He left you. He left you alone with your inner demons tormenting your every thought.
You can’t take it anymore. You give into the pain and let go. Falling into darkness. Becoming the nothing you are supposed to be.
Strong hands catch you from falling, “I’m right here.”
He felt you shaking and drew you into his arms. “I’m not going to leave you suffering in darkness”
He cupped your cheek, pulling your eyes to look into his. Slowly and softly placing a kiss to your lips.
A/N: I’m so excited about posting something for the first time in months. Writing has been tough, but I hope this is the first of more to come. It’s a drabble, but it’s done! I haven’t written anything quite like this before. Thanks for the OOC square @howbadcanitbebingo .
I tried. Honestly, I did, but sometimes it just isn’t worth it anymore. Dean is done. Because of him, I kept on fighting everything that goes bump in the night, all the evil, every twisted thing imaginable for far longer than I otherwise would have. If I’d known things would end up like this, maybe I would have let him do it without me.
Everything we faced and defeated together didn’t matter. In the end, he chose Crowley and being a demon. After all the time I spent looking for him, he told me to fuck off and nearly broke my arm. Fine. That’s it. Dean can be a demon.
I could have had a degree from Stanford. Maybe it’s not too late to go to college. Law doesn’t hold the appeal it once did. Can’t really see any reason to fight for justice when there isn’t any, but there are other options.
I learned one thing spending the last ten years on the road with Dean. Fighting for right will drain you dry until you have nothing left to give. What did all that putting my life on the line, being possessed, and going to hell get me? My brother’s a demon, a demon who doesn’t want to be saved, and I don’t have the normal life I gave up to be a hunter. That’s okay. I have plenty to do without him.
I hold my empty glass up in the direction of the waitress. “Another one.”
She smiles at me before she turns to get my drink. I know what that smile means. It’d be easy to fuck her. As she walks away, I check her out. Girl’s got a nice ass. I think I have plans tonight.
She puts my fresh whiskey down on the table, making sure to bend over and give me a good view of her cleavage while she does it. I let my eyes linger there. She’s offering the view, I’m going to enjoy it.
“What’s your name?” I ask her, slowly bringing my eyes up to hers.
Her smile is even bigger now. “Natalie.”
“What time do you get off, Natalie?” She’s pretty. We’ll have a good time.
Natalie’s fun, and she’s even better looking with her clothes off. That cleavage she was showing off doesn’t disappoint. Her tits are soft in my hands, and she’s so responsive. The sound she makes when I pull one of her nipples into my mouth is a sound I’ve never heard in bed before. Makes me forget I don’t have a brother anymore.
She’s tight and warm. The way she’s clenching my cock, I need to focus to keep from coming too soon. Not yet, I want this to last a little while longer.
I’m enjoying the noises she’s making. I like that I can do that to her. The more she claws at my back, the harder it is to hold off. Finally, I let go, and my mind goes blank. There’s nothing but my throbbing cock and the relief that brings.
For a few minutes after, I lay with her. I remember Jessica, but not for long. It’s only a flash in my mind. Her face, the way she once smiled at me. Then it’s gone. It doesn’t mean anything anymore.
I roll back to Natalie for another go. This time it’s rougher, and she likes it. She’s on her hands and knees; the sound of my skin slapping hers is loud, so loud I imagine that the people in the next room can hear it, and they’re jealous of the fucking I’m getting.
It’s a game for me to see just how deep inside her I can get. The deeper I go, the louder she moans. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back.
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” I smack her ass when I say it, and her pussy tightens around my cock. It makes me come again.
This time, there’s no lingering in bed when we’re done. I get up and get dressed. My plaid shirt goes on last. It reminds me of who I used to be and what I used to do, but there’s no nostalgia. I wasted a good chunk of my life.
“Room’s paid for tonight if you want to stay,” I tell her.
“You’re leaving?” she asks, like she’s surprised. Maybe she is, but she really shouldn’t be. I didn’t do anything to give her the idea I’d stay.
“Yeah, I’ve got some business in Santa Fe.” That’s a lie. I kept the magic credit card from Charlie. I never have to do anything again, and that’s probably a much better idea than going back to college.
Once I turn from her, I don’t look back. The door closes behind me, and I take the first steps across the parking lot. Baby is waiting for me.
It feels good sitting in the driver’s seat. I turn the key in the ignition and hear her rumble to life. My eyes close, and I listen to her purr. When I open them again, I put her into gear and pull onto the highway.
Somewhere out there Dean is with Crowley. His eyes are black, and he’s doing what demons do. I click on the radio. “Stairway to Heaven” is playing; the music has a lulling sound, but it isn’t a comfort. My brother liked this song. Maybe the demon does too. I don’t know.
@quiddy-writes had asked me what my favourite character to write was and my favourite trope or whatever it be, and asked me to do something with it as her request. So thank you to Katie!
Summary: Y/N calls Jensen late one night, things are getting too tough for her to handle on her own and she’s in desperate need of someone. Even if it’s a co-star. Sometimes, we all need a friend.
A/N: I guess this one is personal. Special thank you to a co-worker, who talked through some of this with me and made me feel normal.. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
This is going to be a mini series. Because you can’t fix everything overnight.
The phone rang three times until you heard the deep gruff voice at the other end. You weren’t even sure you should be calling him. It was late for one, and the likelihood of waking him up were high up there, even though he did answer. Then there was the fact that he probably had to get up at a decent hour to get to work in the morning, which was another thing to take into consideration. Why did you think this was a good idea?”
Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Alcohol Use, Fluff, Smut
Summary: After spending the summer in Lawrence for a so called “change of scenery”. Y/N has found herself in a healthy, loving relationship with Dean Winchester. Her rocky relationship with her father, Bobby Singer has just started to blossom. But leaving one life and starting to build another isn’t as easy as it seems. Everyone has a past and secrets they don’t want others to know. One chapter ends. Another begins.
A/N: This journey is just getting started!! If you would like to continue, please help ya girl out and tell her (me) what you think :) Feedback is my favourite!!
This is purely based off of a research. I have never been to vegas so I know nothing about what it’s actually like there.
You woke up to a pounding sensation in your head. It had been a while since you had drank that much and even longer since you had felt a hangover. The hotel room filled with the morning light, irritating your eyes.
You felt the bed shift next to you, earning a groan to escape out of your mouth. You thanked whatever higher power that made sure your hangover didn’t feel like you were going to throw up.
“Mornin’ sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.
Summary: After spending the summer in Lawrence for a so called “change of scenery”. Y/N has found herself in a healthy, loving relationship with Dean Winchester. Her rocky relationship with her father, Bobby Singer has just started to blossom. But leaving one life and starting to build another isn’t as easy as it seems. Everyone has a past and secrets they don’t want others to know. One chapter ends. Another begins.
A/N: Here is Part 1. I hope y’all will enjoy this sequel series that over 400 of you voted for! I think it’s safe to say I’m a little nervous about this. Feedback is greatly appreciate and what will keep this series going!
A layer of sweat covered your body as you twitched in the sheets that rested over you. Your eyes flew open as a panicked feeling took over your body. Your heart was pounding in your chest, you felt shaky and like every nerve in your body was on edge. The room was dark and you took in a deep breath trying to get yourself under control when you realized where you were. You were home. Dean was sleeping right next to you. You were safe, you repeated to yourself. Dean wasn’t going to let anything happen to you. Dean wasn’t going to let Gordon hurt you if he had anything to say about it.
You slipped out of the bed, your feet touching the carpet floor as you patted your way out of the bedroom. You didn’t want to bother Dean in the middle of the night, not about this. He just got you back after all. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a week and you didn’t want to ruin another for him. You didn’t want him to worry about you, not more than he already was.
i know this has been out a while already but since life has calmed down for a couple seconds i’d like to come back and say i absolutely looooveeedd summer fling & im super excited to see where more than a fling will go!!! everybody go read this & send @supernatural-jackles lots & lots of love !!!!!!
A/N: This belongs to Day 2 of my 300 Followers Celebration and my 5 Years Celebration! Thanks so much for reading
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Thanks for reading <3
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You didn’t even take the time to park your car properly, running out of it the second you arrived at the Singer property to reach the front door as fast as you could.
Two hours ago you had received a call from Bobby, Sam was back from hell and Dean was with him again, so you packed your things and you left the crappy motel room you were staying in since your last hunt.
They probably were waiting for you or maybe they just heard all the noise you made because a second before you reached the door, it flew open and Dean was there with open arms ready to welcome you home.
It had been difficult after he left you and went to Lisa but you couldn’t blame him, she represented everything he ever wanted, a nice white picket fence home, a steady life and more importantly, no monsters and as his best friend it was your duty to support him through thick and thin, if he was happy you were too.
“You’re here” he whispered, a hand wrapped around your waist and the other one at the back of your head pressing you closer to him, a small kiss left in your temple.
“I’m here” you answered taking in his presence and how much you had missed him. “You’re back, Sam’s back, how did it happened?”
“It’s a long story, come say hi” he said reluctantly letting you go but still holding onto your hand as he guided you to the living room.
“Sam!” you exclaimed as he went to greet you, a small hug letting you know he really was there, your hand still in Dean’s making it a little difficult but after all the time apart neither one of you was ready to let go again.
A/N: Day 2 of my 300 Followers Celebration and my 5 Years Celebration! Thanks so much for reading
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Thanks for reading <3
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The sun was slowly going down, the sky painted in orangy and rosy tones, the view of the lake breathtaking and there was nothing you were enjoying more than the company of the man sitting next to you on the hood of a classic 67’ Impala, Dean.
You had met a long time ago when you both were young, couple teenagers brought together by your parents hunting the same thing, many years had passed since that day but the feelings you had for him only got stronger with time.
Life with him and Sam had been crazy, facing many dangers together, but it was all worthy, the people you all had saved only made the end of the day much sweeter.
As you rested your head on his shoulder his left arm went to your waist to bring you closer to him, no words needed.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, the stars now on the sky the only evidence of the pass of time.
“Dean…?” you whispered, you didn’t want to break the silence but there was something on your mind you needed to get out.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“I need to tell you something” you said sitting straight to be able to look him in the eye, a frown appearing in his face.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes… I just… I have a confession to make” you took a moment to breath, there was no going back as you took his silence as a sign to keep talking. “I know you probably won’t feel the same, I know we’ve been friends for a while and things are fine the way they already are but the truth is that I like you as more than a friend, I… I love you…”
